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Weight Watchers

By Kathryn Mockler

Buddha
signed up for
Weight Watchers
after his doctor said
he was borderline
diabetic.

“Nothing
tastes as good
as being thin feels,”
chanted the Weight
Watchers leader.

Buddha rolled
his eyes,
and the woman
who had earlier said
she was still
trying to lose her
pregnancy weight
saw him and
nudged her friend,
the large-breasted woman
in the red track suit.
They both gave him
dirty looks.

Buddha wondered if
he could get in trouble
at Weight Watchers.
He wondered
if he could get
kicked out.

From Issue #51.

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